Islan wasn't anything special, in his eyes. He was poor, always in trouble and not good at much but women. He desired nothing more than finding a way to take care of his family.
Tre came from a wealthy family. He dated the finest girl in town. He h...
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Islan pronounced (Island) Pov
My tip slides between her slit. "Mina.."
"You said just a feel." Her eyes are closed, her face displays pleasure. My fingers surprise her as they enter her. "Ou," she rocks against my fingers.
"Mina, come on baby, let me just put in the tip." I lick on her neck. My thumb brushes across her swollen pearl. My tongue circles her nipples as she tries desperately to silence the sounds I want from her. "Just the tip." I move my fingers from her wetness, now pushing my tip against her entrance.
My hand travels up her torso, stopping at her right nipple. I lick my thumb, and swipe, left to right over it. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, and her back arches off the bed. "But T-tre."
"You worried bout Tre finding out?" I return my fingers, increasing the speed of each dip into her pussy, my fingers come out wetter, every time.
"He will kill me." Her eyebrows pull closer together, her mouth opens.
"Nobody in here but us...let me take care of this pussy." I whisper in her ear.
"Damn, I hate you."
I smile, nibbling on her earlobe. "I know what that means.
I pull my fingers out. Take the condom form my pocket. I tear it open with my teeth and slide it on. Her eyes lower to my dick. "Shit Islan, you gon stretch me out, he will know someone's been up in me."
Then I remove my underwear, the only clothing I still have on. I tap her thighs, she spreads them wider apart. "You like knowin that nigga could find out." I guide it back to her entrance and push inside of her.
"Fuck...they wasn't lying. This dick big...sssss." She pushes against my chest. I place both my hands beside her head.
Only a couple pumps and she cums, from already being warmed up from my fingers. She clutches her thighs on my waist, shaking. I continue to stroking her, sliding a hand under her ass. This was personal.
If he only knew I was embedded inside his precious Amina. This menacing grin spreads across my lips. It took all of thirty well thought out days to be in this predicament.
Pussy. One of the leading weaknesses in weak men. Someone like me could never be defeated from that angle. Girls are a liability. He underestimated me. Now, his most prized possession lays under me, calves sliding up and down the back of my thighs.
He may hate me, but this pussy he claims, becomes wetter with every thrust. "This pussy wet for me? Or you always like this?"
